they are becoming the silence

that speaks in the deep darkness

they are becoming the cold tears that grows

in that snowy cold mountain 

I can hear it...I can hear the hymne of life

we're sending to you...

the voice of your tombs' ghosts

is sometimes stronger...

but the hymne of life

will never be washed away...

to Haiti's angels...

we're sending our heart beats...

under the moon beams..

we're playing for you

the hymne of life

on the chords of the wind

"whenever I hear it can't be done I knew ...

I'm close to succes"1.


This was a poem written by me for the souls of Haiti's victims, especially children.

1: a sentence said by the American dancer "Michael Flatley". I added this sentence to the poem, because I want to make everyone will read this and knows that nothing is impossible and a natural disaster is not able to destroy the dreams of Haiti's children and nothing is able to do it so they should have faith in themselves and the whole world is with them...

Thanks for reading

cheers to all Haiti victims

may god bless them


firdaous el hamdi